So my plan failed when the kid found me and I ended up playing with him. I actually had fun for once within the past week. But soon it turned sour again. The boy dissapeared after a week and a man came in the room the next day. His silk brown hair rested calmly ontop of his eyelashes and ear tips. He has dark green eyes that pierce my soul. That day he tortured me, I never gave him the pleasure of hearing me whimper. Then what came next i would have never expected. The boy came in the next day with a grin holding the cat ive come to love in his arms. The cat was drenched in blood and the boys eyes were evil as he held a knife to me.
"How....how could you!" I scream at him rushing to the cat.
I trusted him and he killed what was precious to me. It got even worse though. He came over to me sliding the blade onto my neck.
"Seems like we've finally broke you."
"We?" I look at him with fear.
He never answered just began to kiss me and stroke me places he shouldn't.
"Ple...ase dont." I begged.
He was like a brother to me. I don't want this. He began to laugh.
"Who knew it would be this easy." He says with a smirk.
He grabs me and throws me onto the bed undressing me and defiling my body. Unlike the other men this horrifies me. He was a child and like my kid brother. Tears began to fall and I couldn't stop them. He is right. I am broken.
